Dusty Bake Activate
Fukk your corny debates
Alright someone more fluent in Ghostface correct me if I got anything wrong. I don't smoke dust...
We at the weedgate waiting for Jake, we want 8 ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
My associates and I are incarcerated in a correctional facility waiting to purchase 8 dime bags from a crooked corrections officer. Two of my associates are getting agitated because they have stomach pains.
Heavyweight rhyme writers hitting the grass stash the right bytch, pulled out this kite from this white bytch
We are excellent rappers. I’m smoking marijuana and I begin reading a letter I received from a Caucasian female.
Talking bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nikka I know like when the cops come, you never hide your toast”
The Caucasian female points out the brazenness of my illegal activities in the presence of law enforcement in the letter.
Guess started mad shyt, CVL ice water metallic, past tense placed in gold caskets
Fashion and jewelry are very important in the inner city urban black community of New York. So much so that some peoples’ loved ones buried them in gold caskets when they died.
Dru Hill bytches, specialist lounging at the mosque suede kufi rap undercover dentist
I am relaxing at a mosque with a few females from Baltimore, Maryland. I am receiving oral sex from them, but I don’t want anyone to know.
Rhymes are made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit, rumor is you might start to spit
My rhymes are so unique and creative that they ward away potential biters, like garlic to a vampire. My drug dealing activities fly under the radar of law enforcement. I have heard the woman giving me oral sex does not swallow semen, but rather spits.
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace wind lifted on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost
I am telling myself I am a good rapper in the 3rd person. I sweep women off their feet at social events and give them mangos to eat before we enjoy a romantic evening together.
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, sexcapade pushin new court dates
My friends and I grew up poor and were forced to eat cheap store-bought junk food, never fancy expensive cuisines. I have a lot of sex with women which leads to fathering children and having to show up in court at child support hearings.
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice, the branches in my weed be the vein
Some sort of an intense physical confrontation has occurred and my hands are sticky and red with blood. My testicles have been injured so I am putting ice on them to numb the pain. As I stare at my testicles, I noticed that the veins in them look like the stems in the marijuana I smoke.
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you, see daddy rock a wristful
The lady in my life is beautiful enough to be a swimsuit model in a magazine. I dedicate my raps to her sincerely. I also would like to remind her that I wear expensive jewelry.
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles, layin like needles in the hospital
I believe in 5%er theology, so therefore I am God. Yet paradoxically, I am also a slave in this society which oppresses people of my race. I rap with powerful mortifying emotion that can hypnotize, disorient and wow the listener.
Five steps to conquer, Ac Bernadette breguets whistle, Ziploc the air here thistle
I am a very capable communicator. I drive an Acura that I have nicknamed Bernadette. My diamonds are so shiny and flashy that they will take your breath away. My rapping ability is like a flower that spreads seeds.
Ayo the devil planting fear inside the black babies, 50 cent sodas in the hood they gone crazy
Nefarious individuals in high positions of business and government are attempting to instill fear within African American youth in order to make them easier to control. Sugary drinks that can lead to serious health complications from too much intake are strategically placed in African American communities in order to achieve this goal.
Dead meat placed on the shelves we eating cold cuts, fast from the hog y’all and grow up
We need to stop eating pork and make better dietary decisions.
Maybe I’ll try the 2nd verse later.
We at the weedgate waiting for Jake, we want 8 ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
My associates and I are incarcerated in a correctional facility waiting to purchase 8 dime bags from a crooked corrections officer. Two of my associates are getting agitated because they have stomach pains.
Heavyweight rhyme writers hitting the grass stash the right bytch, pulled out this kite from this white bytch
We are excellent rappers. I’m smoking marijuana and I begin reading a letter I received from a Caucasian female.
Talking bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nikka I know like when the cops come, you never hide your toast”
The Caucasian female points out the brazenness of my illegal activities in the presence of law enforcement in the letter.
Guess started mad shyt, CVL ice water metallic, past tense placed in gold caskets
Fashion and jewelry are very important in the inner city urban black community of New York. So much so that some peoples’ loved ones buried them in gold caskets when they died.
Dru Hill bytches, specialist lounging at the mosque suede kufi rap undercover dentist
I am relaxing at a mosque with a few females from Baltimore, Maryland. I am receiving oral sex from them, but I don’t want anyone to know.
Rhymes are made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit, rumor is you might start to spit
My rhymes are so unique and creative that they ward away potential biters, like garlic to a vampire. My drug dealing activities fly under the radar of law enforcement. I have heard the woman giving me oral sex does not swallow semen, but rather spits.
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace wind lifted on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost
I am telling myself I am a good rapper in the 3rd person. I sweep women off their feet at social events and give them mangos to eat before we enjoy a romantic evening together.
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, sexcapade pushin new court dates
My friends and I grew up poor and were forced to eat cheap store-bought junk food, never fancy expensive cuisines. I have a lot of sex with women which leads to fathering children and having to show up in court at child support hearings.
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice, the branches in my weed be the vein
Some sort of an intense physical confrontation has occurred and my hands are sticky and red with blood. My testicles have been injured so I am putting ice on them to numb the pain. As I stare at my testicles, I noticed that the veins in them look like the stems in the marijuana I smoke.
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you, see daddy rock a wristful
The lady in my life is beautiful enough to be a swimsuit model in a magazine. I dedicate my raps to her sincerely. I also would like to remind her that I wear expensive jewelry.
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles, layin like needles in the hospital
I believe in 5%er theology, so therefore I am God. Yet paradoxically, I am also a slave in this society which oppresses people of my race. I rap with powerful mortifying emotion that can hypnotize, disorient and wow the listener.
Five steps to conquer, Ac Bernadette breguets whistle, Ziploc the air here thistle
I am a very capable communicator. I drive an Acura that I have nicknamed Bernadette. My diamonds are so shiny and flashy that they will take your breath away. My rapping ability is like a flower that spreads seeds.
Ayo the devil planting fear inside the black babies, 50 cent sodas in the hood they gone crazy
Nefarious individuals in high positions of business and government are attempting to instill fear within African American youth in order to make them easier to control. Sugary drinks that can lead to serious health complications from too much intake are strategically placed in African American communities in order to achieve this goal.
Dead meat placed on the shelves we eating cold cuts, fast from the hog y’all and grow up
We need to stop eating pork and make better dietary decisions.
Maybe I’ll try the 2nd verse later.
